Waifu Candidates II

Bibi Dong remained silent.

And then—

[And through this, you will also learn the true face of Yu Xiaogang.]

Her eyes twitched at the name, but there was no burst of anger this time. No wave of hatred.

Not anymore.

[You see, he joined Spirit Hall not because he believed in it—but because he was a talentless Level 29 Soul Grandmaster with a mutated Martial Spirit. He used your trust, your affection… all to gain access to the highest tier of cultivation knowledge and status.]

["And then, when he had no more use for you, he discarded you like a spent tool."]

Bibi Dong stared coldly at the floating pink screen in front of her.

"You say he used me," she said flatly, her voice low, almost tired. "But why should I believe you?"

[That's exactly why I said you must see it for yourself. As long as you follow my master, the truth will reveal itself.]

[Besides, Yu Xiaogang is where my master is. If you want evidence, I can give you proof of his hypocrisy right now.]

[Just look at his so-called 'Ten Core Rubbish Theories'. Go to Spirit Hall's grand library—you'll find every concept he 'developed' already exists, recorded decades before him.]

[And after stealing them, he didn't once credit you… or Spirit Hall. Everything he submitted to the external world bore only his name.]

[If he were truly a master of theory, wouldn't he have found a solution to his own Martial Spirit's flaws long ago? Yet he remains forever stuck at Rank 29.]

There was a beat of silence. The words echoed like slow, steady hammers against her conscience.

[So… will you accept this ten-year trial, Host?]

Bibi Dong glanced at the pink screen again. Then her gaze drifted downward—to the little girl now standing beside her.

She had no light in her eyes. She stood still, silent, like a doll.

Yet in that blank gaze… Bibi Dong saw the reflection of her own broken self.

The gamble was insane.

She was the Pope of Spirit Hall. The inheritor of a god's divine position. She wielded unimaginable power.

And yet, her soul—her heart—was still bleeding.

"Fine," she whispered. "I'll take this gamble."

She placed a hand on the little girl's head and closed her eyes.

A strange sensation surged through her body. She felt as if a thread had been pulled from the very core of her soul.

Split—not torn.

Divided—but intact.

[I have copied your soul signature.]

[Now initiating parallel thought processing… Complete.]

In the blink of an eye, Bibi Dong felt… different.

No longer one perspective—she now lived through two.

One was her true self—the Pope.

The other… was the child in front of her, now slowly coming to life.

"It's… strange," she murmured, watching herself through the child's eyes while still being conscious in her throne room.

Like breathing in two worlds at once.

[Now, choose your avatar's appearance.]

[You may keep her as a perfect clone, or modify her slightly to avoid suspicion. Let others believe she is someone else.]

Bibi Dong nodded silently.

She raised her hand, guiding her fingers over the shimmering customization window like a painter crafting a masterpiece.

She changed the girl's features slightly—softening them.

Long, flowing silver-white hair… light green eyes like spring meadows. A white dress that radiated innocence and purity, yet held a noble dignity.

It was not the face of the Pope.

It was not the mask of a fallen woman.

It was the form of someone untouched by the world.

Her new self.

"What is her name?" the system asked gently.

Bibi Dong paused.

Then, she whispered the name—one that had never been tainted, never been used.

"Bai Xian'er."

[Hmm… now select her Martial Soul. I can provide all kinds. It's entirely up to you, Host.]

Bibi Dong nodded, resting one hand beneath her chin as Bai Xian'er—now active and conscious—scrolled through a glowing list of Martial Souls projected before her.

"So many types…" the girl murmured in awe.

She paused, her gaze locking onto one in particular.

"The Abyss Ice Demon Dragon. I like this one… Darkness, Ice, and Dragon-type. It suits me."

[Excellent choice. The Abyss Ice Demon Dragon is a rare hybrid—combining control, destruction, and defense. Since you're using my framework, it's been awakened at full innate strength.]

[Starting power level: Rank 10. You can immediately absorb your first spirit ring.]

Bai Xian'er nodded in satisfaction as her Martial Soul awakened—her body subtly glowing with chilling mist and dark energy.

[Now, Host, send your avatar to Nuoding City.]

Bibi Dong turned toward her most trusted subordinate.

"Ghost," she called softly.

Ghost Douluo emerged from the shadows instantly, kneeling respectfully.

"This girl's name is Bai Xian'er. She is… my newly accepted disciple," Bibi Dong said coldly but with a strange gentleness.

Bai Xian'er bowed to him politely. Ghost Douluo looked between them, confused but unquestioning.

"You will escort her to Nuoding City," Bibi Dong instructed. "Drop her near the city gates—but make sure no one sees you. Leave her there anonymously."

Ghost Douluo's brow furrowed slightly.

"Do you want her to be enrolled into the academy there, Your Holiness?"

Bibi Dong gave a short nod.

"Yes. Also, we'll need to fabricate two spirit test records."

She raised her fingers, conjuring two soul scrolls.

"One should show she's a weak, abandoned orphan with an unremarkable Martial Soul—let's say, Black Shark Whip, innate spirit power level 2," she said coldly. "Use this if anyone from Spirit Hall inquires."

Ghost Douluo nodded slowly, understanding the deception.

"The second…" Her eyes narrowed. "The real one. It'll list her true Martial Soul—Abyss Ice Demon Dragon, with innate power at level 10. Deliver it quietly to the Spirit Hall branch in Nuoding. Mark her as a hidden asset—my direct command. No one else should know."

[In Yu Xiaogang's eyes, she will appear as a useless girl. He will never accept her as a disciple.]

[But in truth… she's a hidden dragon. You are quite good, Host. You came up with such an idea to test him.]

'It was not for him but for Li Shen. I want to see if he can accept her as a companion despite her being so weak.'

[Then I suggest seeing the truth of Yu Xiaogang first—otherwise, you might not be able to afterward. My Master has someone better than me. He may be able to find a way to fix your fake low talent.]

Ghost Douluo received both scrolls into a spatial ring and turned silently to Bai Xian'er. He gently gestured for her to follow.

Bibi Dong looked at her other self one last time.

"Go, Xian'er," she whispered. "Go and discover the truth that I was too blind to see…"

The wind outside the Spirit Hall stirred.

Ghost Douluo vanished into the night with Bai Xian'er cloaked in silence, her fate now entwined with the boy she was destined to meet.

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